I took off to a place where vibes lived no more.Doors closed to the thoughts that once blanket me in the warmth of fantasies.Now at shore, sight seeing ships that sail nowhere,in oceans of waving colors. A ship or the sea?To sail or to drown? It’s easy to flip you see?but now I have a grip of me,yet I lack
Dare I ask what the weather’s like between us cos these winds shake my belief. Storm my castle and steal you away. Riding on chariots of doubt that race behind what my pace of dreams can catch. A million of those are broken.and now it’s raining pieces of my shattered heart, flooding the earth with my emotion. So let me
Hello love, I called you this cos it’s the highest form of compliment I could think of. Even though I don’t feel anything for you. I know we connect cos you unlock my soul and let me bore my heart out to you. It’s been long since we last spoke. Those days when I’d lay it all out on you
I detach from the arm that held me into yours,lightweight,lifeless,swinging to float across spacetill you caught meback and forth,left to rightour cha cha the dream of loversin melodies unhearddancing to the rhythm of nowin the spirit of freedom. So let it be knownthat before I touch the ground that would soon tame meI met youI, a leaf,you, my wind.
Blush blooms to an apple in my eyes,the forbidden red that blinds my sight to fetishLust I thirst for deeply,an hunger un-quenching,a fetish un-cedinga spell to sought out cupidan action so stupidcos little did I know that cupid caught its arrowspell bound we both wereseeking a bite to haveso when I stepped in to askhe granted my wish like a
My mind wars with my heart in an elaborate scheme to keep it quiet. Don’t write! it says.“You got better things to do” bouncing words back as they try to stream to my hands. Heart pumping infinitely, words that bake in my head, an oven that’s now crowded – aching the mind that jails it while it begs its heartless
Have you ever watched the wind war with the sea? Stretching its sea of hands out to grab its sleeve. Always catching the wind but never latching unto. One could almost see it’s fingers retracting as its hands pull back from the sky. Birthing a dance that waves ocean in folds of turmoil. A turmoil some would consider joy as
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